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Group Project

 

  1. Group Project
    1. Working together using this wiki
    2. Group members
    3. Sources
    4. Drafting Billy, a small, grey, western harvest mouse, jumped out of his nest and scurried down the narrow, rocky path to his favourite spot: his thinking spot where he thought about his problems under a large, old, oak tree. It was situated near a serene cove. It was known to be the most beautiful cove in all of town. Beautiful rocks, flowers, and trees sheltered the area and many small animals played. But Billy never fitted in and was always teased and picked on by the other animals because he couldn't swim. He remembered the first time he tried to go swimming; it had turned out horrible. He remebered that Beatrice, the fattest beaver, saved him when the current got a hold of him and he nearly drowned! Ever since then, Billy never played with any other mice. All he did everyday was to sit alone in his thinking spot under the grand oak tree. One day when Billy was day dreaming under the tree, he heard a loud cry from the lake. Billy looked in the direction of the lake, realizing that a young mouse, Bob, was drowning. What could Billy do? He couldn't save the mouse because he couldn't swim. In a panic, Billy quickly ran back down the path covered in damp oak leaves. He rushed over to search for Beatrice at her dam. He looked all around him, but he could not see anyone who could help him. At the moment Billy knew that it was going to have to be him to rescue Bob. Billy clambered frantically to the lake where Bob was splashing and screaming in the water. Billy gathered long green grass leaves. The smart little mouse tied the ends together with his small, pink claws and tossed the grass rope out as hard as he could. Bob was trying as hard as he could to reach the rope, but it was just too far. Billy pulled the rope back and threw it again this time it hit him, Bob grabbed a hold on the grass rope and Billy pulled him to shore. From then on, Billy was not always alone anymore. He had Bob. If it wasn't for Billy, Bob would have died. Billy owed Bob his life. He was going to have to repay that debt sooner than he had thought. In fact, it was exactly one month after Billy had saved Bob. One day, when Bily and Bob were both under their favourite spot, the grand oak tree, a shrilling scream pierced the calm environment. Billy recognized it at once as his mother's voice. Silence followed. Billy and Bob ran as fast as their little legs could carry them to Billy's home. Billy' s mother was waiting for them, with dreaded features. When Billy got there, he knew exactly why his mother had screamed. On the ground lay a letter. But on the letter, was a smudge of dark red "paint." Billy turned the paper over. It read:   -   (its a ransom note, i coudn't think of one at the moment. if you do think of a randsom note, then just type it down)   It was a ransom note- for Billy's sister, Rosy.   Hello to whoever reads this. We have kidnapped Rosy. You will have to fight for her to get her back. The battle will be held tomorrow at noon under Billy's favourite thinking spot. Yes, we have been watching you. If you do not win, we will keep her and we can do anything to her. You better come to the battle or else you'll never see Rosy again. We will also come hunt you down and kill you all. REMEMBER, WE'RE WATCHING EVERY STEP YOU TAKE.  
    5. Meetings
    6. Drafts
    7. Commenting

 

Working together using this wiki

 

 

Think of this wiki as a shared online whiteboard. Your entire group can share information using this wiki, making your research accessible to everyone. Play around with this wiki: Notice how you can add comments to a page, see what people have changed, and edit all the text.

 

Group members

 

  • Christina
  • Vivian
  • Amanda
  • Evangeline

 

 

Sources

 

  1. Source 1
  2. Source 2
  3. Source 3
  4. Source 4

 

Drafting

Billy, a small, grey, western harvest mouse, jumped out of his nest and scurried down the narrow, rocky path to his favourite spot: his thinking spot where he thought about his problems under a large, old, oak tree. It was situated near a serene cove. It was known to be the most beautiful cove in all of town. Beautiful rocks, flowers, and trees sheltered the area and many small animals played. But Billy never fitted in and was always teased and picked on by the other animals because he couldn't swim. He remembered the first time he tried to go swimming; it had turned out horrible. He remebered that Beatrice, the fattest beaver, saved him when the current got a hold of him and he nearly drowned! Ever since then, Billy never played with any other mice. All he did everyday was to sit alone in his thinking spot under the grand oak tree. One day when Billy was day dreaming under the tree, he heard a loud cry from the lake. Billy looked in the direction of the lake, realizing that a young mouse, Bob, was drowning. What could Billy do? He couldn't save the mouse because he couldn't swim. In a panic, Billy quickly ran back down the path covered in damp oak leaves. He rushed over to search for Beatrice at her dam. He looked all around him, but he could not see anyone who could help him. At the moment Billy knew that it was going to have to be him to rescue Bob. Billy clambered frantically to the lake where Bob was splashing and screaming in the water. Billy gathered long green grass leaves. The smart little mouse tied the ends together with his small, pink claws and tossed the grass rope out as hard as he could. Bob was trying as hard as he could to reach the rope, but it was just too far. Billy pulled the rope back and threw it again this time it hit him, Bob grabbed a hold on the grass rope and Billy pulled him to shore.

From then on, Billy was not always alone anymore. He had Bob. If it wasn't for Billy, Bob would have died. Billy owed Bob his life. He was going to have to repay that debt sooner than he had thought. In fact, it was exactly one month after Billy had saved Bob. One day, when Bily and Bob were both under their favourite spot, the grand oak tree, a shrilling scream pierced the calm environment. Billy recognized it at once as his mother's voice. Silence followed. Billy and Bob ran as fast as their little legs could carry them to Billy's home.

Billy' s mother was waiting for them, with dreaded features. When Billy got there, he knew exactly why his mother had screamed. On the ground lay a letter. But on the letter, was a smudge of dark red "paint." Billy turned the paper over. It read:

 



-


 

(its a ransom note, i coudn't think of one at the moment. if you do think of a randsom note, then just type it down)

 

It was a ransom note- for Billy's sister, Rosy.

 

Hello to whoever reads this. We have kidnapped Rosy. You will have to fight for her to get her back. The battle will be held tomorrow at noon under Billy's favourite thinking spot. Yes, we have been watching you. If you do not win, we will keep her and we can do anything to her. You better come to the battle or else you'll never see Rosy again. We will also come hunt you down and kill you all. REMEMBER, WE'RE WATCHING EVERY STEP YOU TAKE.

 

Meetings

 

 

When should we meet?

Who  
Christina  
Vivian  
Amanda  
Evangeline  

 

Drafts

 

To track changes, use the Page History link at the bottom. You can choose to accept or delete changes that are made to your part of the story. Or,

use the Comment link at the top to suggest that the writer make revisions.

 

 

Commenting

 

Stories show something happening, they don't tell about it.

 

Some suggestions for your comments:

 

"he bolted in a panic".......can become......"nostrils flaring, hackles spiked, teeth bared, eyes starting...."

 

"he felt nervous".........can become.............."his heart thumped like a hammer...he felt jumpy and twisted up inside....a thousand drummers were pounding away on his head..."

 

He snapped his long tail angrily.........can become..............."raising his muzzle and bearing his teeth, he snapped his long tail.."

 

 

Comments (1)

Anonymous said

at 7:18 pm on Mar 8, 2007

your're very right, mice don't swim. but neither can other animals such as the birds, shrews, moles, the bugs... in fact, most animals don't swim that aren't fish or amphibians. just to let you know.

~Miriam~

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